This poem discusses the complex relationship between a village and Mr. Pot Belly, who represents overindulgence and a sedentary lifestyle. While the villagers celebrate Mr. Pot Belly and aspire to his perceived wealth, the speaker recognizes how he undermines people's health and blocks their future. In the end, the speaker resolves to reject Mr. Pot Belly and take control of their health through moderation and exercise in order to liberate themselves from his harmful influence.

1. By Titus Charo Kazungu

2. In a world so unfair, there is one I recall
Mr. Pot Belly I dare, fair and just to all
Everyone he stares, is a candidate for the ball
Be careful not to share, many to the snare fall
Oh Mr. Pot belly, you are a mix of experiences
You are sweet like jelly, it baffles my senses
Yet bitter like a pill, my mouth screams
Overwhelmed at the till, buying food and creams

3. I cannot believe, my villagers celebrate you
They want to live, with you as a cue
Of cars their elites drive, riches, wealth they brew
How do you thrive? many have no clue
Why do you ridicule me, oh urban folks
Like a bad boy I watched him, I hated all the talks
Out of control he may seem, joy, health he blocks
A future without him I dream, by running the tracks

4. Why are there silent scenes, speak to me I pray
Is it my father’s genes? there is nothing to slay
Or the plates I cleanse? moderation may play
Docile lifestyle I please, I have hardened like clay
It’s not what you eat; it’s how you eat it
There is no marathon to beat; you only need to
keep fit
Exercise in cold or heat, consistency may befit
No more will I greet, the road you must hit

5. I have lived with you for years, my health you have
robbed
With much pain and tears, I grumbled and sobbed
Slowly as my conscience clears, I refuse to be
grouped
With men and women who bears, the mark of the
trapped